--Michelangelo with greater power, The Yellow Flower, Michelangelo

The flower has arisen on its stem it suffered the seasons and their virtues and has broken itself into petals that appear all as one and unified as deep the darkness sought to wake again but not without its pollination yet while underground and in its foment was only a dream only a concept an idea that was coming of age from the alabaster to the sole leaf vouchsafed in its origin an onslaught of freedom from beauty and what value acquires to the longing of purpose but destroys without the touch of a god